“Lost and Found in Tunisia”: a photographic series that testifies to a moment of silence and reflection on the passing of time, realized during my recent trip to Tunisia, my country of origin, after 6 years of absence.
During my walk on a road leading from Nabeul to Hammamet, I felt in love with beautiful palm trees of giant sizes, that I decided to capture. Few minutes later, I was stopped by an unmarked car of the anti-terrorist brigade. It was found that the trees belonged to the governor’s house. There was no flag, no guard, or a photo ban sign.
Immediately, I was taken to the police station.There I was longly interrogated, and they ended up making me sign I don’t know what, then I was released.
Back home, I didn’t succeed to explain to my 5 years old son, to whom I promised to take him to the beach, the nature of the impediment I had.
Following this misadventure, the series “Lost and Found in Tunisia” was born. I tried to explore the interactions between a feeling and the outside world; so many things have changed in the country and/or deep in me?